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couldn’t stand the thought of someone else with their hands on Ivy. It was simply too much to process—and Matt somehow knew it, the fucker. “Ivy?”
Her mouth tightened. “Yep, got it. Already said so, didn’t I?”
The team talked for another fifteen minutes, and then Matt dismissed them all once the plan was set. Dane and Ivy would go on a date. The rest of the guys would spread out and find the other suspects while Flash and Knight Rider went to the marina to watch for any activity out there. Matt, Big Mac, and Billy “the Kid” Blake—the computer whiz—would stay here to monitor the comm feeds and pass on any information.
Dane walked Ivy back to their bungalow. The path through the resort was lush, planted with tropical foliage and studded with cute little bridges and swans and shit. He supposed it was a romantic place, the kind of spot where couples honeymooned or spent anniversaries.
And yet he kept an eye on the surroundings for danger, especially since the sun was beginning to set and the path was darkening in spots.
“You have to forgive Ace,” Ivy said, and Dane glanced at her, surprised.
“Actually, I don’t.”
She sighed. “He’s protective, that’s all. He’s a good guy and he cares. I might have talked a bit too much about why I’m never getting married again.”
“Are you fucking him?”
She stopped and pivoted toward him, her skin mottled with fresh color. “What kind of question is that? And what business is it of yours anyway?”
“It’s the kind of question a man wonders when another man keeps acting like a jealous prick. It’s my business because I’m prepared to jump in front of a bullet for you. I’d like to know if one of those bullets might be Ace’s.”
“Ace has been my partner for two years. And he’d rather fuck you than me. So what do you say now, asshole?”
Dane blinked. “He’s gay?”
Ivy looked angrier than he’d ever seen her. “Is that a problem for you?”
“No. Why would it be?”
He honestly didn’t care who the dude fucked—unless it was Ivy, and then he cared very much for some stupid-ass reason. But now he found himself pretty damn happy that Ace wasn’t Ivy’s lover—and apparently didn’t want to be. He also understood now why Ace had seemed annoyed at the team meeting. The banter was typical guy stuff—but when you were gay, maybe that kind of thing hurt in a way.
Ivy huffed out a breath and then turned and started back up the path toward the bungalow. Dane didn’t have to hurry to catch up—his stride was much longer than hers. Her nose was in the air as she walked. When she reached the door, he put an arm up to block her from going inside.
Because of their height difference, his arm went across her chest. Her soft breasts pressed against his skin. She squeaked and took a hasty step back. But not before the feel of her was imprinted on his brain.
“I have to go in first,” he said, trying to be all business.
Her face was red but she nodded. Dane pulled his gun and swiped the keycard. Then he went inside and did a sweep of the interior. When he’d determined it was clear, he went back for Ivy.
She was standing against the wall outside, facing the path leading up to the bungalow. He’d bet she had a gun strapped under her dress, against her leg. The thought of cool metal lying against her skin, taking on her heat, made his cock stir with interest.
Ivy hadn’t been in the DEA when they’d been married. Neither of them had carried weapons on a regular basis then. They were different people now. Darker people. People who’d seen a lot of shit and who’d faced death in the line of duty.
It bothered him that Ivy had become the sort of person who faced danger. He’d never pictured that for her, though maybe he should have. She’d always been tough and determined, and she had a keen sense of justice.
“It’s clear,” he said, and she nodded and joined him inside. “Are you armed?”
He needed to know.
Her mouth tightened. “Yep, got it. Already said so, didn’t I?”
The team talked for another fifteen minutes, and then Matt dismissed them all once the plan was set. Dane and Ivy would go on a date. The rest of the guys would spread out and find the other suspects while Flash and Knight Rider went to the marina to watch for any activity out there. Matt, Big Mac, and Billy “the Kid” Blake—the computer whiz—would stay here to monitor the comm feeds and pass on any information.
Dane walked Ivy back to their bungalow. The path through the resort was lush, planted with tropical foliage and studded with cute little bridges and swans and shit. He supposed it was a romantic place, the kind of spot where couples honeymooned or spent anniversaries.
And yet he kept an eye on the surroundings for danger, especially since the sun was beginning to set and the path was darkening in spots.
“You have to forgive Ace,” Ivy said, and Dane glanced at her, surprised.
“Actually, I don’t.”
She sighed. “He’s protective, that’s all. He’s a good guy and he cares. I might have talked a bit too much about why I’m never getting married again.”
“Are you fucking him?”
She stopped and pivoted toward him, her skin mottled with fresh color. “What kind of question is that? And what business is it of yours anyway?”
“It’s the kind of question a man wonders when another man keeps acting like a jealous prick. It’s my business because I’m prepared to jump in front of a bullet for you. I’d like to know if one of those bullets might be Ace’s.”
“Ace has been my partner for two years. And he’d rather fuck you than me. So what do you say now, asshole?”
Dane blinked. “He’s gay?”
Ivy looked angrier than he’d ever seen her. “Is that a problem for you?”
“No. Why would it be?”
He honestly didn’t care who the dude fucked—unless it was Ivy, and then he cared very much for some stupid-ass reason. But now he found himself pretty damn happy that Ace wasn’t Ivy’s lover—and apparently didn’t want to be. He also understood now why Ace had seemed annoyed at the team meeting. The banter was typical guy stuff—but when you were gay, maybe that kind of thing hurt in a way.
Ivy huffed out a breath and then turned and started back up the path toward the bungalow. Dane didn’t have to hurry to catch up—his stride was much longer than hers. Her nose was in the air as she walked. When she reached the door, he put an arm up to block her from going inside.
Because of their height difference, his arm went across her chest. Her soft breasts pressed against his skin. She squeaked and took a hasty step back. But not before the feel of her was imprinted on his brain.
“I have to go in first,” he said, trying to be all business.
Her face was red but she nodded. Dane pulled his gun and swiped the keycard. Then he went inside and did a sweep of the interior. When he’d determined it was clear, he went back for Ivy.
She was standing against the wall outside, facing the path leading up to the bungalow. He’d bet she had a gun strapped under her dress, against her leg. The thought of cool metal lying against her skin, taking on her heat, made his cock stir with interest.
Ivy hadn’t been in the DEA when they’d been married. Neither of them had carried weapons on a regular basis then. They were different people now. Darker people. People who’d seen a lot of shit and who’d faced death in the line of duty.
It bothered him that Ivy had become the sort of person who faced danger. He’d never pictured that for her, though maybe he should have. She’d always been tough and determined, and she had a keen sense of justice.
“It’s clear,” he said, and she nodded and joined him inside. “Are you armed?”
He needed to know.
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